His morning,my girl was really sweet.She was turned at our bedroom mirror and windows,asleep.The sun was coming through the trees outside. It was dark...Her hair was fluffy and messy on her pillow.She was hugging her pillow.Her arm underneath.Her soft little ass was touching me.Her leg was strait and the other fell off the bed.I move to her and put my arm around.I smelled her hair.Her morning breath is a little bitter but smelled like grass and milk,like always You moan with pleasure.“I’m going to cum,” you tell me.Your master pauses for a moment and beckons his nephew to come over.“Tony, this is how you eat a whore’s pussy,” he tells him, and then goes back to deep tonguing you. The two men holding you are using their hands to squeeze your tits.The men switch off, so that each one gets to eat your pussy. You continue to moan and cum, making sure I’m taking it all in. Your eyelids are half closed, lips slightly parted, a look of pure lust on your face. She scooped up a clump of the emission and rolled it over her tongue, sour, but not unpleasantly so. Something about the taboo of it was thrilling, her heart quickening as she traced the bulge of his head.She felt him twitch, enjoying the sensation of her tongue as it teased his sensitive glans, the copious mass of gelatinous emission falling over her hands and leaking into her cleavage to slide down her belly. God, she was getting covered in the stuff, she slipped a finger down between her. "Not really. A lot of stuff about how cute some of the guys are and who would just love to go out with who... Well, there is that redhead over in Copic Hall... Julie something or other. She fessed up to giving away some answers on a biology quiz." Come on, you've gotta do better than that. What girl is gonna put out over a quiz that, at worse, might lower her grade a letter?" I know, I know," replied Mark. "I've listened to four straight hours and even with skipping through the really mundane.